During the two week preparation for the plan; Samantha was in charge of downloading data to and from the company and into Agnus's bank accounts.
Sam used to cause a lot of trouble for her mother because of her hacking skills; however, they seemed to be quite handy for the fourteen year old in this situation.
It was only during the second week that she managed to sift out money through the secretary's bank account and into an off-shore bank account in the Philippines under the name of John Brown that she accidently met her older sister's boyfriend.
They were getting ice-cream as celebration for successfully pulling off her part in the plan.
After buying the ice-creams her older sister promptly walked into the guy behind her.
Sam knew her sister was familiar with him, because instead of stumbling back and apologizing immidiately; she'd just traced her eyes from his chest to his shoulders and from his shoulders to his jaw, to his eyes.
The guy found it funny, if his failure at trying not to laugh or his amused green eyes said anything about it.
The guy had a sharp jawline with a slight stubble. Broad shoulders. He was tall,too.
She also learnt soon after he bought them new ice-creams that his name was Blake.
"How do you know my sister?"
"I helped fix her tire during a storm."
At first the conversation had Bern slow, but interesting. Blake had been on his way home from the College near Bloomsburg during the storm. He was studying in his third year to become a forensic detective.
It was suprising for the brunet because he looked younger than what a third year in college would be, and she accidentally said just that.
He told her how he'd skipped a year and that her was twenty one.
Eventually the conversation about Fran's tires came up again.
"How's the spare doing?"
"I was gonna get it fixed after the ice-cream and dropping Sammy off."
"I have a friend that works at a tire shop. I could hook you up?"
That was how they ended up following the dark haired guy's BMW to a workshop. Sam had just finished the first ice-cream and started moving on to the second one, she convinced her sister not to throw away, with a spoon, when they parked at the side of the shop.
Why would she want to waste perfectly good ice-cream?
"Ricky!"
Someone walked towards them from the back, clad in blue overalls and a dark smudge on his left cheek.
"Blake!"
The man called out to them, smiling,"Long time no see! What can I help with?"
"We're here to replace a tire."